The Faded Shield

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The Faded Shield

The iron fog did not smell of rain, but of oxidized copper and the sharp, metallic tang of blood that had not yet touched the ground, a scent that clung to the back of Elias Thorne’s throat with a persistence that felt less like atmosphere and more like a physical weight pressing against his ribs, forcing the air out in ragged, shuddering gasps as he stood amidst the twisted wreckage of the...

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